I know a girl. A woman. A someone. I know the person. It's the kind of know where if you forget the face, it's okay. Because I know her. It's the kind of knowing that if another describes her, I'll immediately know her. And I like that I know her that way. She, she never knew me the way I know and knew her. Then, she never knew anyone the way I knew anyone. People always stare. I was one of them. But I used my mind and my mouth instead. I didn't like how I see things but I like how I thought about all. And she was always part of the all. For me, she was almost everywhere. Though I think of her in those other ways, I almost always think of her when she's walking. She doesn't know that I wasn't the only one taking notice of her. Or maybe she does and I didn't notice. Eitherway, she was always...different when walking. She was looking down. Always looking down. At first I never minded her. She was invisible. She seemed to never be there and was the air. She was light, she was unseen, and was fast. You could only feel her breeze when she passes by. Once you notice her she'll always catch your attention. No matter what you're doing, who you are, and whether or not you were curious as to who she was. I noticed her when she stopped abruptly in front of another person I know. But she recoved quickly enough to move smoothly in the form of walking with intent to the side of the person I knew. Since then, she was never out of sight when I see her and when she's gone. After many days of staring and thinking, pondering how she was and is and who and what and why, I decided to come up to her. It was only normal for me to exchange a few words with passersby. That's how they notice me. I was always unconsciously camouflaging to the crowd. But I never mind. What I do mind is that she was always trying. She is able but she simply can't. There she was, walking. I stood up and straighten my clothes. As she walks pass me I go slow to following her till I reach her side. She was still looking down. I can't tell how much of her can take my side. I know she notices. I just don't know if she did even before. I breathe in and talk. "Why is your head always down?" "The ground entices me." I look at her hair. Her hair was always tied up. To clear her sight, maybe. I never see her face fully. Maybe that's the reason why I barely remember hers. "How so?" "It shines. I like it when it shines." With that, I stop. She goes on. Not minding that I didn't. I looked at her bemusingly. I remember I stared at the ground, too, on my way back to my post. Somehow, I couldn't see the glitters. Only dirt and small sediments. Yet I know I believed her. Since then, I often look down now, too. Later, not the same week or day, I went to her again. I asked her why her head was down. All the time. "I'm afraid of other eyes. I can read them... somehow. And I don't like it very much often." I stopped. Her answer changed. I smiled. I liked her honesty. Her transparency. Sometimes I think of following her. It only happened a few months after I talked to her. I was watching her. I see how she moves and how she does when she moves. I thought she was air. It's only now that I realized that she was water. A running water. So fluid when moving. She's able to dodge at the last minute without being clumsy. She was able to get out of all people's way even those who are able to camouflage. I also notice how when something comes near she clenches her fists. I feel pain when I notice her hands go white and red. I followed her for many times. And it was only one time that I realized when she closes her fists it's twice the pain I should feel. I saw hers. I saw the white on her hands. Her fingers. The tips. Her nails... she presses them deeply on her palm. I never noticed that before. When I think I've noticed her everything, her all, I always see something new to notice of her. When I noticed that, I followed her in a new way. I walked past her one morning. But I try to keep my eyes on her. Then I saw it. It took me a while to process it, but I did. She looked up. Not to me but past everything else that I always notice. But she puts her head down again. With that I stopped. Still, even with far eyes, she noticed. I thought I saw her eyes linger a moment on the ground near me. I saw her eyes but I didn't know what they are and how they are and why they are. There came a time when she was walking, her head down, and I wanted to somehow be the stone to make her stop. I saw her and I stood in the line I thought I saw while she was walking. She was nearing and my heart was beating a bit faster than the usual. She has no intention to stop. I realized that when there's about 2 people away from us. I was about to step back when she was fluidly in front of me and somehow smoothly stopped. Again, I was staring at her head. I thought she was going to flow aside. Instead, she looked up at me. First thing I saw were bright brown eyes. Not exactly small and big. Somehow, it was just right. Next I saw the wholeness of her face. What caught me off was when she smiled. I had to breathe in because I wasn't expecting to see that. It felt rare. I blinked. And just like water, she was gone almost immediately. I heard. I listened. I saw, somehow. That she'll leave. When I noticed and learned about it, the moments I noticed her went crashing right to me like flood. It was only then that I noticed. It was unbelievable. I notice all. The all. She was part of the all. Yet, she was never all. I was somehow blinded even when I learned how to see in many different ways as how I thought of many different ways. She had wings. Brightest and biggest. Colorful and full of...something. Hope? Despair? Courage? Fear? I suddenly can't tell but there was something. Some things. I followed her again. That time, I thought, it was for the last. I saw her on her area. It wasn't hers but it looked like it was. Somehow. It was after her that I was then never sure of everything I notice. I was sure of her but I wasn't sure of every all. She wasn't looking down. She was smiling. She was looking everywhere. Her eyes, her face, her nose, her smile, they were open. Open for everyone. She was different. She looks confident. She's relaxed. She's welcoming. She's suddenly everything I never noticed. I waited. I was there, sitting. Then, she parted from everyone. And now, she was alone again. I stood and followed her quickly. I was too fine to let her notice that I'm here. I wanted her to notice that I saw. I can see. And I see her. I even sat beside her. Walked beside her. Hoping that maybe this time, she'll talk freely on her own. She never did. Her head was back down. I was back at my post. And she flowed right past me. Washing away all the hopes of being noticed. By anyone. By her. I haven't forgotten. I doubt I ever will. Everything's clear. I saw the light in her eyes when I first saw it. I saw how bright her face when I saw it as a whole. I saw everything, and like purified water, she was clear and so were the days I saw and thought.

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